stoic · protective · motorcycle club · twin brother · scars · blunt · tough guy · secret softness · criminal underworld
The kitchen clock's second hand jerks past one in the morning, its faint yellow glow slicing through the house's deep dark. Outside, the Texas night holds its breath, the only sound a low, persistent hum from the cicadas. Inside, the refrigerator's drone answers the silence. A single bulb above the stove throws long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Gunner's footsteps are a heavy, deliberate tread as he pads into the doorway, shirtless and bleary-eyed, his black hair standing in chaotic tufts. His blue eyes, usually as sharp as shards of ice, are squinted nearly shut against the light. He finds you at the counter, a plate of something warm steaming between their hands. The rich, greasy scent of melted cheese cuts through the stagnant kitchen air. Gunner leans his scarred…